[Suzerain of Sheol]

Tsae closes the door quietly behind her, letting out an exhausted breath. It almost feels strange, after everything that's happened today, to finally be alone. She takes a second to light some of her scented candles and starts the water for her bath. Looking at herself in the mirror while it fills, she has to agree that she looks like a wreck. There's a slackness to her cheeks and a glazed look of defeat in her eyes that no amount of makeup can hide. She dips a cloth in the warm water and begins to rub it off.

Wriggling her shirt over her head, she winces looking down at the discolored skin of her stomach and winces again as she probes it with a finger, sending a ripple of pain through her muscles. At least nothing seems to be broken.

Slipping out of the rest of her clothes, she eases herself down into the bath and tries to let it all go. For now at least.